Ricardo Arjona — Vuelo song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Vuelo" by Ricardo Arjona.
Lyrics
Ella camina y pasa yo me detengo y veo
Ella en zapatos negros yo en mis gafas de miope
Perfil perfecto aerodinamico
Cortando el aire en cada paso
Bendito sea el milagro que hoy nos hace coincidir
Tartamudea la acera
Con tus tacos de aguja al caminar
Como has podido ir y venir por tantos años
Sin mi Vuelo, al vuelo
Detrás del huracán que hay en tu pelo
Vuelo, al vuelo
Si coincidir es guerra y no consuelo
Ella camina y pasa yo me incorporo
Ella no me conocer yo me enamoro
PretÃ(c)rito pluscuamperfecto
De ser infiel con el futuro
Despacio tras de ti me entrego a la persecución
De las huellas que dejas
De lo que quieras darme en consignación
Como he podido ir y venir por tantos años
Sin ti Vuelo, al vuelo
Detrás del huracán que hay en tu pelo
Vuelo, al vuelo
Si coincidir es guerra y no consuelo
Se paro el reloj cuando te vi pasar
Vi mi carta astral tatuada en tu cintura
Yo no se si esto esa bien o mal
Yo no se que va a pasar tan solo
Vuelo, al vuelo
Detrás del huracán que hay en tu pelo
Vuelo, al vuelo
Si coincidir es guerra y no consuelo
Lyrics translation
She walks and passes I stop and see
She in black shoes I in my nearsighted glasses
Aerodynamic perfect profile
Cutting the air at every step
Blessed be the miracle that makes us agree today
Stuttering on the sidewalk
With your needle sticks when walking
How could you come and go for so many years
Without my flight, on the fly
Behind the hurricane in your hair
Flight, on the fly
If coincidence is war and not comfort
She walks and passes I join
She didn't know me I fell in love
Price (c)Rite plus perfect
To be unfaithful to the future
Slowly behind you I surrender to persecution
From the tracks you leave
What you want to give me in consignment
How could I come and go for so many years
Without you I fly, on the fly
Behind the hurricane in your hair
Flight, on the fly
If coincidence is war and not comfort
The clock stopped when I saw you pass by
I saw my astral letter tattooed on your waist
I don't know if this is right or wrong
I don't know what's going to happen alone
Flight, on the fly
Behind the hurricane in your hair
Flight, on the fly
If coincidence is war and not comfort